The sewers

Morwen watched in horror as her friend ran aimlessly about the city. In the span of five minutes her exposed tits were responsible for six car crashes, five overturned bicycles, a gardening malfunction, and some uncountable number of turned heads. Luckily she had still managed to avoid getting hurt, though unfortunately became glistening wet in that gardening incident...

Even as she left all those hunters in the dust the viewers were going wild. The idea she could run head first into anyone, begging for cock, was making every local squeal. They were predicting her route and trying to throw themselves on the path hoping that, despite all their failures with women in their lives, they'd finally get the chance for a strong, sexy, smart one to tackle and mount them. Morwen shuddered. She was going to be the one to have to deal with Stiletto in the morning.

Speaking of her, she was starting to slow down. The fear, apparently, was losing its effectiveness, and there was nothing Morwen could do about it. She checked the map for anything nearby that could act as a haven, even for just a minute. There was nothing. Morwen closed her eyes, and almost missed Stiletto diving head first into an open sewer grate.

"Holy fuck."